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Testament Christ; he sees himself "[w]alking the old hills of Judæa with the beautiful gentle God by my
shown, Whitman's language echoes that of biblical writing: creeds and petitions ("I believe in you my
to the Bible can best be summed up in his own expectation of the disciple he seeks: "He most honors my
caused something of a scandal; Traubel recalled that neighbors went to his mother and "protested against my
and the breast that ha fed his young , and so buys a nomination to great office; i I nforme d against my
brother and sister and got t ook aking pay for their blood, hearts; l L aughed when I looked from my
iron necklace, after the steamboat that carried away my woman.— Whitman probably drafted this manuscript
how he does defile me, / How he informs against my brother and sister and takes pay for their blood,
/ How he laughs when I look down the bend after the steamboat that carries away my woman" (1855, p. 74
“A plea for the Principalities,” “My First and Last novel,” “The Great Imposture,” “Mr.
My dear Friend:— I dare to call you my friend because I have read your poetry.
Because there was no reason for my letter unless I told you what was in my heart to tell, and people
I used to think I would be a poet and think if my life had been less crowded out of shape, I might have
Society," and last month was admitted to the bar, and at thirty years of age, I am just starting in my
My brother and I often recite your verses and love their beauty and patriotism.
reason I like to drive a stage-coach on Broadway, I feel that the strength of the horses passes into my
veins, my muscles, and after that I can give strength to my poetry."
stuffed canary which in life had brought him much pleasure and which he made the subject of a poem, "My
WALT 1819–1919DEDICATED TO THE DEMOCRATIC IDEALS OFWALT WHITMANBYHORACE TRAUBEL AND FLORA MACDONALD"MY
1850 and 1855poetry1 leafhandwritten; Whitman revised this poetic fragment and used it in Who Learns My
three winters to be articulate child Whitman revised this poetic fragment and used it in "Who Learns My
Whitman revised this poetic fragment and used it in "Who Learns My Lesson Complete?
appeared in the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, in a poem that would eventually be entitled "Who Learns My
: "I know it is wonderful . . . . but my eyesight is equally wonderful . . . . and how I was conceived
in my mother's womb is equally wonderful, / And how I was not palpable once but am now . . . . and was
I was at that time studying law, the profession my father followed.
brother, and two other students who were in my father's office.
my fingers quiver yet as I write the word!) young Ninon, the daughter of the widow.
My brother was the only one who preserved his usual tenor of temper and conduct.
My sight seemed to waver, my head felt dizzy, and a feeling of deadly sickness came over me.
It was reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891) and in Leaves of Grass (1891–1892).
Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; Our transcription is based on a digital image of an original
Apl 13 th 18 70 My dear sir, I fear that the "Passage to India" is a poem too long and too abstract for
Early in 1889, Whitman listed Byron and his poetry among those poets and works referred to as "my daily
untrodden and mouldy, I see no longer any axe upon it, I see the mighty and friendly emblem of the power of my
I do not vaunt my love for you, I have what I have. The axe leaps!
response, Take what I have then, (saying fain,) take the pay you approached for, Take the white tears of my
love, spit their salutes; When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me— when heaven-clouds canopy my
To us, my city, Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on opposite sides—to walk in the space
4 See, my cantabile!
chant, projected, a thousand blooming cities yet, in time, on those groups of sea-islands; I chant my
sail-ships and steam-ships threading the archipelagoes; I chant my stars and stripes fluttering in the
salutes, When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me, and heaven- clouds heaven-clouds canopy my
To us, my city, Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on opposite sides, to walk in the
See my cantabile!
, I chant the world on my Western sea, I chant copious the islands beyond, thick as stars in the sky,
sail-ships and steam-ships threading the archipelagoes, My stars and stripes fluttering in the wind,
salutes, When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me, and heaven- clouds heaven-clouds canopy my
To us, my city, Where our tall-topt marble and iron beauties range on opposite sides, to walk in the
See my cantabile!
, I chant the world on my Western sea, I chant copious the islands beyond, thick as stars in the sky,
sail-ships and steam-ships threading the archipelagoes, My stars and stripes fluttering in the wind,
love, spit their salutes; When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me— when heaven-clouds canopy my
See, my cantabile!
For I too, raising my voice, join the ranks of this pageant; I am the chanter—I chant aloud over the
pageant; I chant the world on my Western Sea; I chant, copious, the islands beyond, thick as stars in
chant, projected, a thousand blooming cities yet, in time, on those groups of sea-islands; I chant my
from Long Island to a house on Front Street, a waterfront area where, as the poet put it in Good-Bye My
Whitman, Captain George Washington Whitman, Walt Whitman's younger brother by ten years, served in the
December, 1862, was commissioned as Captain; all these steps for conduct in the field.
.; Captain George Washington Whitman, Walt Whitman's younger brother by ten years, served in the New
William told his young visitor "I took one bag on each shoulder, one in each hand, and one in my teeth
A Fire Company was formed, consisting of seven members, for one year; namely, Henry Stanton, captain;
number of firemen was increased to eleven, and the following were elected members: Stephen Baldwin, Captain
John Titus, The John Titus mentioned here is probably the same John Titus who served as a captain in
.; The John Titus mentioned here is probably the same John Titus who served as a captain in the militia
But to the account of my adventures (for it is now necessary to drop the editorial "we,") last fall,
hook again with "fiddlers," while the fish floundered at a great rate around my feet.
word, accoutred as I was, I plunged—the fish—into an old tin kettle, and gave them, with sixpence and my
the wharf with a boat-hook, and offering his shoulder for me to step on—though, as he was about half my
divided the water—to lie on my back and gaze by the half-hour at the passing clouds overhead—merely
Even to my unscientific eyes there were innumerable wonders and beauties all along the shore, and edges
I shall remember that dinner to my dying day. We pulled up stakes, and put for home.
and ghost stories, and sang country ditties; but the night and the scene mellowed all, and it came to my
I made my bed in the furled sail, watching the stars as they twinkled, and falling asleep so.
right; but as for me, I fancied I felt the mercury dwindling down, down, down into the very calves of my
I sometimes found the man a corpse in the morning by whose side I laid my self down at night.
In spite of my efforts he would sometimes rise, and then I had to close in with him, trip up his heels
By one of these thrusts, more spiteful and violent than common, I had a narrow escape of my life.
No English physician, or any one from the city, ever to my knowledge came near us.
My constitution was less muscular and plethoric, and I escaped the fever longer than any of the thirteen
On the right side, "Youth of my country! Martyrdom prefer to Slavery."
.; An earlier version of this poem entitled "My Departure" appeared in the Long Island Democrat, 23 October
letters to Brown say the sight of Brown's face was "welcomer than all," and he refers to Brown as "my
reinforce the truthfulness of Pierson's stories about the "koboo," Whitman mentions the fact that Captain
Captain Walter M.
THE friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder, The hill-side whitened
pressed and glued together with love, Earth of chaste love—life that is only life after love, The body of my
and trembling encirling fingers—the young man all colored, red, ashamed, angry; The souse upon me of my
eats in me day and night with hungry gnaw, till I saturate what shall pro- duce produce boys to fill my
How perfect is my Soul! How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!
My Soul! if I realize you, I have satisfaction, Animals and vegetables!
I cannot define my satisfaction, yet it is so, I cannot define my life, yet it is so.
How perfect is my Soul! How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!
My Soul! if I realize you, I have satisfaction, Animals and vegetables!
I cannot define my satisfaction, yet it is so, I cannot define my life, yet it is so. 11 It comes to
How perfect is my soul! How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!
My soul! if I realize you, I have satisfaction, Animals and vegetables!
I cannot define my satisfaction, yet it is so, I cannot define my life, yet it is so.
If my accumulation of shoes—my cast-off shoes—like wine and Old Daubs were increased in value by cobwebs
Vault Company in the land boasted a receptacle wide and deep and strong enough to house and protect my
My only sorrow at this moment is in that: its the last drink in the bottle and two blocks to where my
But first of all in its protestations of undying love—which, even to the remotest corners of my heart
It will be my first appearance in this Annual.
the recto are prefatory in nature and reflect the spirit of the preface to Whitman's 1891 Good-Bye My
the mullein and the bumble-bee" is on page 36 of the section entitled Gathering the Corn of Good-Bye My
in his "Second Annex," titled Good-Bye My Fancy, to the 1891 edition of Leaves of Grass.
The pencil note "Sail Out for good, Eidólon Yacht / Good Bye My Fancy / Page 7" appears in the lower
But when a voice in my our hearing excuses this Fugitive damned Act, because it binds no leg and breaks
make the only growth by which I can be appreciated, I reject none, accept all, then reproduce all in my
What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country?
Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air, to appear again in my strength, gait, face?
rapt verse, my call, mock me not!
You by my charm I invoke.
make the only growth by which I can be appreciated, I reject none, accept all, then reproduce all in my
What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country?
Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air, to appear again in my strength, gait, face?
rapt verse, my call, mock me not!
You by my charm I invoke.
smoke Some vast soul, like a planet's, bound, arrested, tied, Watching the distant, shadowy sails, the My
past war, the battles, hospital sights, the wounded and the dead, Myself through every by-gone phase—my
idle youth—old age at hand, My three-score years of life summ'd up, and more, and past, By any grand
fire—the silence; Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving; The shrubs and trees, (as I left my
the silence, Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving, The shrubs and trees, (as I lift my
fire—the silence; Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving; The shrubs and trees, (as I left my
the silence, Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving, The shrubs and trees, (as I lift my
Counting the tally of the surf‑suggestions wordless utterance of these liquid tongues And To pass within my
utterance tale of subterranean toil and wrongs Unf For once Seems here C c onfided to me * To pass within my